text_original: Sweeping a glance over the skittle alley, he sent forth a long puff of smoke; then, turning to my companion (of the politer sex) with the air of one who has made himself perfect master of a foreign tongue, he smiled, and spoke. "Too quiet!"
text_transcription: SWEEPING A GLANCE OVER THE SKIDDLE ALLEY HE SENT FORTH A LONG PUFF OF SMOKE THEN TURNING TO MY COMPANION OF THE POLITER SEX WITH THE AIR OF ONE WHO HAS MADE HIMSELF PERFECT MASTER OF A FOREIGN TONGUE HE SMILED AND SPOKE TOOQUIET
phonemes: swˈiːpɪŋ ɐ ɡlˈæns ˌoʊvɚ ðə skˈɪɾəl ˈæli, hiː sˈɛnt fˈɔːɹθ ɐ lˈɔŋ pˈʌf ʌv smˈoʊk; ðˈɛn, tˈɜːnɪŋ tə maɪ kəmpˈæniən (ʌvðə pəlˈaɪɾɚ sˈɛks) wɪððɪ ˈɛɹ ʌv wˈʌn hˌuː hɐz mˌeɪd hɪmsˈɛlf pˈɜːfɛkt mˈæstɚɹ əvə fˈɔːɹən tˈʌŋ, hiː smˈaɪld, ænd spˈoʊk. "tˈuː kwˈaɪət!"